Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters, places (unless they are of my own creation and I shall add notes in for that later), songs etc. Most of this belongs to JK bows.

I would recommend your read HOTL first, but although it's not necessary, you might come to understand this better.

Last time - from Heir of the Legends:

She then turned back towards Harry, whose grin died faster than the speed of sound, and instructed him to stand still before she waved her wand, and a dark green light engulfed him.

He felt himself shrink, his arms retracted and several other things, and before he knew it, he was indeed a snake.

Unfortunately, he didn't understand a word they were saying around him, despite the curious looks.

"Bugger…damn this snake thing…"

'I will pretend I didn't hear that.'

'What…who is this?'

'I believe we have only met the once, whenever that Gryffindor imbecile decided to take all the credit for out school.'

'Salazar Slytherin…what are you speaking to me for? And why only when I'm a snake?'

'The second answer would be because dear Gryffindor is afraid of snakes and refuses to stay to speak to you in this form. The second of these answers would be that you may be a Gryffindor dunderhead, but also a partly Slytherin dunderhead as well, however, I believe, and I have dreaded saying this for many years to any child, we need to talk.'

'Um…ok…'

'What you may not have heard before, is that I am what people like to call Fate. I have an influence of the way people's lives, effectively, are lived. However, what the people who chose the jobs forgot to realise, whenever they put Godric as Destiny, is that the man regularly screws up, and rushes into things nineteen times out of twenty.'

'You can say that again.'

'And, with you and your friends, Godric has made one heck of a mistake.'

Harry was silent.

'As while you are indeed his Heir, as well as the Heir of Merlin, you are my Heir also.'

'Well, that's certainly interesting…I really should be shocked, you know, but I just can't be…I am just getting used to all this…you said something about my friends as well?'

'Indeed. What you have never been told, as has no-one else, is that a Prophecy was made many thousands of years, concerning the Heir of the Legends, with his 'league of warriors' if you will. This league consists of the representative Heirs, friends of the Heir, who help defend the world from a great evil. This also consists of those you select to fight, to be known as the 'Order of the Dragon', due to the Founders' love of those Magical Creatures.'

'Still not surprised…I can pick out in my mind already who these people are - should I assemble them?'

'What you have to understand is that the chosen must be trained as early as possible, and while one is indeed the right age, the others' time of power inheritance has come and gone.'

'…and that's what we blame Godric for?'

'That is exactly what we blame Godric for. Now, because of this, there are several options from these representative Heirs, and as their Leader and true Heir, you must select one of several paths, none of which are easy. It is also your job, apart from this, to train the Order of the Dragon, and these Heirs, yourself, and this is not currently possible, not even within your trunk.'

Harry was aware of the time slowly passing around him, and he was aware he didn't have much choice in the matter.

'And they need to be trained by me? Myself?'

'Basically, yes. Otherwise, when the time comes, the Prophecy will not correctly come to pass. And that would be a most disastrous thing for the future of the Wizarding World.'

'You're not making this any easier.'

'I know.'

Silence.

'What are my options?'

'The first is to do something similar to what your friends Hermione did…to travel back several months in time, into your old body, so that your friends would receive their inheritance on your birthday. However, this would still take a month of two to fully develop in them at this time, for some unusual reason. However, this would also help you establish yourself as Heir of Slytherin in the eyes of the public, instead of the Heir of Gryffindor, despite that you are, another would represent that, and true Heritages would be revealed later.

'The second is less extreme, but I must say it is not the best idea. What this is, is that that you would share your power amongst them, they would be fairly strong, a lot less stronger than Albus and Tom, about half of their power weaker, but still strong for any Wizard or Witch. You would stay in this time, but it would be too inconvenient to train so many people in so short a time. You would of course still be strong, but not nearly as strong as before - I would still say a very high level however, so that would not be too big a concern however, unless you did something drastic.'

'They've trained themselves…' Harry started.

'No offence, Harry, but despite some being fit, and one being 'swotted up', they could not last a minute in a Battle against a Death Eater. I don't mean to offend their skills, but they need to train properly. And in Muggle fighting as well. This is no joke now, this is War. You must take every advantage.'

'What's the final option?'

'The final option is that you would go to the beginning of July, into your old body. From there you would contact the necessary people and would sort out training, admittedly away from the Order's watchful eye and under the watchful eye of yourself. You already know what they need to be taught. And once you gain access to your trunk once again and your powers, you shall be able to develop yourself further. I believe that you have not studied Occlumency (sorry if I've said otherwise before), and that shall take up to a year to fully complete, before you could even begin to call yourself a proper Occlumens.'

'What would my powers be like from my birthday? And the others?'

'When your birthday would arrive, you would be more powerful than Albus Dumbledore, the thought-to-be strongest wizard in the world, by a good amount. Not a chip on your old amount of course, but you would never have used such power in a lifetime, and you would have all the power you would need. Your friends would be about as strong as Tom, who is less powerful than Albus by a minimal amount. It would then be your choice of what you release to the public.'

'And I have no other choice?'

'Of course. If you choose none, I can guarantee that you would survive…your friends and all those you care about would be murdered however. You would slowly go mad in despair, and eventually kill yourself. I would therefore recommend one of the first three.'

That was clearly obvious to Harry.

'I would choose the last…when would I be going?'

'About now…however, and this is very important, be very careful of what you decide to choose again. The enemy surprised is the enemy who quicker underestimates his opponents. By the way, myself and Godric shall remember this…make sure you make the most of it.'

'Wait!'

'Yes?'

'Well, I'll be bored at the hell-hole of Privet Drive…would you guys talk to me there? It's better than just doing nothing really…'

'We would be delighted. Oh, and just so you should know, you'll be scrawny again, so you better get in shape.'

And before Harry could think another this, his world went black for a second, before he opened his eyes once more, and found himself sitting quietly in the car of one, Vernon Dursley.

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Harry blinked rapidly and pinched himself sharply to make sure that this abrupt change of events in his life was not a dream.

Ten seconds later, which a red, sore and currently bruising arm, he started mutter swear words about Godric under his breath.

'I have to live through all this again…just great…great, great, great.'

'And you wondered why I call him a dunderhead.'

'Hey, I'm offended by that!'

'It's a well deserved title, you clumsy Gryffindor bas-'

'Ok guys, just calm it down a bit…and this might actually give us a better advantage now…we done some things wrong the first time around.'

'And would you include Miss Weasley in that? You seem to have, recently, begun seeing her as a friend rather than a girlfriend, despite…'

'It's just…I don't want anyone to get targeted because of me. If she died, Mrs Weasley…all the Weasleys, would be heart-broken…I need to think about that…actually, just thinking of thinking, what the bloody hell am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to contact all these people and train them, a, without their magic being traced, and b, without being caught. And where am I even going to take all these people! The moon!'

'No need to become sarcastic…you sound too much like Salazar when you say that.'

'I never knew you could be so complimenting Godric, I think I'm blushing here.'

'Stop-'

'Breathe…deep breaths everyone. Could you help me answer the question?'

There was silence as the two bickering men put on their thinking caps…this was a rare occurrence, for both men to actually work on something together, and Harry was afraid to disturb it.

'How far are you from this Diagon Alley right now, Harry?' Salazar asked suddenly.

Harry looked out of the window, finding himself in the busy city of London itself. They drove this way home every year in the car, and although he had never been in it, bar the Alley, knew his way around the area.

'Well, whenever Uncle Vernon takes the left, it's just down the road on the right…why?'

'Tell your Uncle to pull over…' Godric said, catching on surprisingly fast.

Harry shrugged mentally, having no idea what the point of this was, and looked up, catching his Uncle glancing at him wearily in the mirror.

Moody's threat was apparently scaring the man more than he let on, even if Harry hadn't realised before.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked.

"What, boy?" He asked gruffly, his eyes now straight ahead of him.

"Well, I have to go and get some books for an assignment for the holidays, and since I couldn't get them later, I was wondering if you could just drop me off here?"

Uncle Vernon was silent.

"If not, I could always get my friends to bring them over for me…they could even stay for a bit of lunch…"

Aunt Petunia paled drastically, Dudley whimpered and Uncle Vernon pushed his foot down on the break pedal so suddenly that everyone in the car jerked forward, and suddenly pulled over in front of the book store beside the Leaky Cauldron (although unaware of it).

"Fine boy, but I'm not waiting long for you."

"Actually, you can just go on ahead, Uncle Vernon. I'll get a bus back."

Uncle Vernon didn't question who was going to take his trunk up to his room for him as per usual, although he would probably be afraid for him to do it, incase Moody thought he was mistreating Harry (said trunk was shrunken thanks to Godric and Salazar, along with Hedwig's cage, as Hedwig was flying, and would find him no doubt whenever he arrived somewhere permanent.) Thankfully, it was also feather-light and stashed deeply inside his oversized pockets.

Harry was all but shoved out of the car by Dudley before Uncle Vernon pulled away, his car bursting down the road as fast as it could.

"Fat git." He muttered, double checking that he had everything before glancing around.

Now what did he do?

'Ok, what do I do next?'

'You go into Diagon Alley, you won't need a disguise they shall suddenly feel the need to rush into shops, and not recognise you or question you…a very destined thing I must say.' Salazar said slyly, and Harry could imagine the smirk on the man's face.

This was obviously the man's idea, and he had to say, this insane plan (and when he said insane he meant totally insane, wacky and all the words ever used to describe insane) was looking like it could actually work.

And to do this, he had to pretty much go into hiding with 'his army'.

And above all of that, avoid his Grandfather.

He loved the man, but apparently, this was for the best. A little competition would do no harm, after all. And who was he to argue with Fate and Destiny?

Someone who didn't want their life to be messed up by Godric 'dunderhead' Gryffindor again, that's who he was.

He stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, wincing slightly at the creaky door, and stepped inside, finding it very unusual to be ignored by the swarms of people who usually adored/hated him.

It was a good feeling to be ignored for once.

Grinning cheerfully, he near skipped towards the back door and into the alleyway, where he saw the gateway just closing, and managed to run through before it shut completely.

The Boy-Who-Was-Crushed didn't seem to work for him.

He quickly made his way past the numerous magical shops, all of which still amazed him even after five years in the magical world, and managed to restrain himself from going into any of the shops before pausing.

'Um, what am I supposed to do now?'

'Go into Gringotts, and ask to speak to Reksatop, the Head of Inheritances. He was the goblin who signed your previous bank statement. You still were yet to receive a list of properties…I think out of that and Black's, you should be able to find something to suit your needs. Preferably something in another country.'

'I think that was obvious, Gryffindork.'

'Go back to your snake pit, you greasy git.'

'Do you two always do this? Because it's driving me crazy…one more insult and you'll regret it…well, until I'm bored anyways.'

Harry stared at the roll of parchment on the desk in shock at the properties the Potter and Black families owned, as well as businesses (Muggle and Magical) they had invested in, and so forth.

"I own five percent of the Firebolt company? One percent of Microsoft! Five percent of Harley Davidson! And these properties…a villa in Florida, a small castle in Ireland, a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, a penthouse in Los Angeles, a large flat in New York, and other different properties in places I haven't even heard of."

Reksatop looked at him with a wicked goblin grin which honestly scared Harry senseless.

"You also mentioned something about opening a new vault?"

Harry nodded.

"I'd like to open the vault under the name James Granger. I would like to move 5 million galleons from my vault into this vault. I'd also like to make sure that no-one finds out of this specific vault, or what this money is used for."

Reksatop smiled again (he was very slowly starting to see past his fear of the goblin's happy look), obvious aware of how much this would earn him in commission, and held out a document to Harry, which he filled in before grinning.

Friday June 30th, 1995 (incase anyone was wondering)

Harry arrived outside the large house, grinning despite the fact he was not used to the extreme heat now beating down on his currently unfit body and making him sweat so much his t-shirt was already soaked through.

Breathing in deeply, whether to prepare himself or to calm himself he wasn't really sure, and looked to the right of the building, where the ocean lay mockingly in front of him, making him nearly want to run down and jump in himself.

However, he restrained himself and walked towards the front door, thankful that there was already Fidelius and Unplottable spells on this house - it would have taken a lot of work to put them up himself.

The door was some type of wood he couldn't identify at first look, and he pushed it open, causing the door to fall cleanly backwards, off of the hinges, and clunk onto the floor, causing a layer of dust to rise up, as well as causing him to cough violently.

"I think I need to get a duster or two for this place…it's a little dusty."

There we go, my first chapter…not bad if I do say so myself.

Reviews are welcomed, flames contributed to a bonfire to celebrate end of exams in a couple of days.